Leyla walks into harris's house and is immediately greeted by his usual, sexy smell. She blushes, whipping her dark brown hair over her shoulders as she glances up at the stairs, where a dark, figure stomps down. Fuck, she can already feel herself twitch. His light hazel eyes blaze into hers. "Leyla" he greeted with a flick of his hand. She smiles and walk forward, placing her hand in his as he pulls her closer and plants a soft yet wet kiss on her lips, leaving her gasping. She inhales sharply, shaking her head. "Not..not here" she says, stepping back. Harris tilts his head playfully. "Why not? No ones home" he teases, revealing part of his 6 pack as he pulls his t-shirt up slightly, a curled smile on his thin, moving lips. Leyla stutters as she plays with the bad of her hair. "How are you?" She asked, avoiding an awkward conversation but he denies her escape. "I'm mad at you, Leyla. I saw you with Tyler the other day, laughing, smiling." He growled. Leyla frowns "Oh please, I've seen you with brooke many times, I don't freak out!" She snapped back, causing Harris to bear his teeth and grab her arm. "You've got some cheek to talk to me like that. I might as well go over to Brooke right now, hmm?" He challenges, biting his bottom lip, seducing Leyla as she squirms in her spot. "You're an asshole. You know how I feel about brooke" she growls, pulling away from him. His eyes burn into hers as he kicks the table end, startling Leyla. "Come here" he growled before pulling her
